Think I’ll float my boat.
Seeking peace, my stress should cease.
Traffic’s for the birds.
Monday morning blues.
Skip the news, let’s take a cruise.
We can always dream.
Blue still shines through gray.
Small boats will sail, without fail.
Peace rolls into shore.
Morning views are best.
Full of peace with few regrets.
Worries sail on by.
June, you’ve brought such bliss.
Buds and boats, that breeze I’ll miss.
Oh, to be a kid.
Rise and shine, my friend.
See the view. This one’s for you.
Watch your ship come in.
Paint yourself some bliss.
If blue’s your hue, you can’t miss.
Stress just sails away.